Submitted by Anikulapo
There is a poetry in your mind:
do chant before you face tyranny
And there is a song holding your lips:
do sing before you face prosecution
Whereas, there is a word in your voice;
please say before you die, here
as a solitary civilian in your country.
There is a story in your portraiture
do tell your protagonist about
The worst aspect to live as a serf
In this time of economy grammar—
This is a time for a confession
That I have lived a world
Where men do like women
And women do like men;
And the lustrous victims sleep
In the hours of sacrificial night.
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